Ottessa Moshfegh Livres

Les héros des nouvelles subversives et implacables rassemblées dans Nostalgie d’un autre monde ont tous un point commun : ils ont pris un mauvais virage. Certains sont séparés ou divorcés, d’autres sont au chômage, endettés, en conflit avec leur famille. Instables, pétris de défauts et d’incertitudes, ils expérimentent le désir, l’obsession, la solitude, l’amour et l’échec, tout en aspirant à se reconnecter au monde qui les entoure. Dans « Élévation », Ottessa Moshfegh brosse le portrait d’une jeune professeure aux habitudes révoltantes. « M. Wu » est un vieux voyeur esseulé qui prend son courage à deux mains pour aborder la femme nichée au creux de tous ses fantasmes. « Un monde meilleur » découvre une petite fille convaincue qu’elle vient d’un autre monde et doit tuer quelqu’un pour pouvoir y retourner – or se présente un jour la victime parfaite…

Jeune, belle, riche, fraîchement diplômée de l’université de Columbia, l’héroïne du nouveau roman d’Ottessa Moshfegh décide de tout plaquer pour entamer une longue hibernation en s’assommant de somnifères. Tandis que l’on passe de l’hilarité au rire jaune en découvrant les tribulations de cette Oblomov de la génération Y qui somnole d’un bout à l’autre du récit, la romancière s’attaque aux travers de son temps avec une lucidité implacable, et à sa manière, méchamment drôle.

Little Marek, the abused and delusional son of the village shepherd, never knew his mother; his father told him she died in childbirth. One of life's few consolations for Marek is his enduring bond with the blind village midwife, Ina, who suckled him when he was a baby, as she did so many of the village's children. Ina's gifts extend beyond childcare: she possesses a unique ability to communicate with the natural world. Her gift often brings her the transmission of sacred knowledge on levels far beyond those available to other villagers, however religious they might be. For some people, Ina's home in the woods outside of the village is a place to fear and to avoid, a godless place. Among their number is Father Barnabas, the town priest and lackey for the depraved lord and governor, Villiam, whose hilltop manor contains a secret embarrassment of riches. The people's desperate need to believe that there are powers that be who have their best interests at heart is put to a cruel test by Villiam and the priest, especially in this year of record drought and famine. But when fate brings Marek into violent proximity to the lord's family, new and occult forces upset the old order. By year's end, the veil between blindness and sight, life and death, the natural world and the spirit world, will prove to be very thin indeed.

VINTAGE CLASSICS' AMERICAN GOTHIC SERIESSpine-tingling, mind-altering and deliciously atmospheric, journey into the dark side of America with nine of its most uncanny classics.*SHORTLISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE***FROM THE AUTHOR OF TIKTOK SENSATION MY YEAR OF REST AND RELAXATION**Trapped between caring for her alcoholic father and her job as[Bokinfo].

The debut novella from one of contemporary fiction's most exciting young voices, now in a new edition. Salem, Massachusetts, 1851: McGlue is in the hold, still too drunk to be sure of name or situation or orientation--he may have killed a man. That man may have been his best friend. Intolerable memory accompanies sobriety. A-sail on the high seas of literary tradition, Ottessa Moshfegh gives us a nasty heartless blackguard on a knife-sharp voyage through the fogs of recollection. They said I've done something wrong? . . . And they've just left me down here to starve. They'll see this inanition and be so damned they'll fall to my feet and pass up hot cross buns slathered in fresh butter and beg I forgive them. All of them . . . : the entire world one by one. Like a good priest I'll pat their heads and nod. I'll dunk my skull into a barrel of gin.

While on her daily walk with her dog in the woods near her home, Vesta comes across a chilling handwritten note. Her name was Magda. Nobody will ever know who killed her. It wasn't me. Here is her dead body. Shaky even on her best days, Vesta is also alone, and new to the area, having moved here after the death of her husband. Her brooding about the note grows quickly into a full-blown obsession- who was Magda and how did she meet her fate?